Yoru no Call

Hiding the hand that I held up
The reason I closed my eyes
Hey, a tapping sound on your glass window
Yet you pretend not to notice - so typical
Late night rain turned into early morning snow
Such a day freezes the heart steadily

Freud's test subjects and a scientist backed with theoretical argument
Black wood pigeons of sadness; clear one's throat; the color green
Posed surrealism eventually turning into ashes
To hold up a mortuary tablet instead
That's the sense I got
Should we really go on like this?

Putting thoughts into words make things so distant, when did I become such a coward?
Thinking alone surely won't get me anywhere
Words alone make things so distant
Yet I read poems once again
To take you, chilled to the bone, one step away from the bedroom
To another world
Words alone can't express all that I feel
Yet there is no escape from words
No way out for anything, such are the times now
Music already exists
What are we to sing?

Putting thoughts into words make things so distant; when did I become such a coward?
Thinking alone surely won't get me anywhere
Words alone make things so distant
Yet I read poema once again
To take you, chilled to the bone, one step away from the bedroom
To another world

English

Hiding the hand that I held up
The reason I closed my eyes
Hey, a tapping sound on your glass window
Yet you pretend not to notice - so typical
Late night rain turned into early morning snow
Such a day freezes the heart steadily

Freud's test subjects and a scientist backed with theoretical argument
Black wood pigeons of sadness; clear one's throat; the color green
Posed surrealism eventually turning into ashes
To hold up a mortuary tablet instead
That's the sense I got
Should we really go on like this?

Putting thoughts into words make things so distant, when did I become such a coward?
Thinking alone surely won't get me anywhere
Words alone make things so distant
Yet I read poems once again
To take you, chilled to the bone, one step away from the bedroom
To another world
Words alone can't express all that I feel
Yet there is no escape from words
No way out for anything, such are the times now
Music already exists
What are we to sing?

Putting thoughts into words make things so distant; when did I become such a coward?
Thinking alone surely won't get me anywhere
Words alone make things so distant
Yet I read poema once again
To take you, chilled to the bone, one step away from the bedroom
To another world